"F*@#ing with Falcone" - 07/24/2009 (Lucid)

"F*@#ing with Falcone"

07/24/2009
(Lucid)

I was with T, and a bunch of other people, in some random neighborhood. It seems that Carmine Falcone (the mob boss from Batman Begins) controlled this entire area, but we were largely unbothered by it and were just wandering around his turf, hanging out with no real direction or purpose. One of the girls in the group did something that I realized was unusual - albeit subtle (I have no idea what it was, though), but it was enough for me to realize that I was dreaming. Just to confirm it, I took a piece of paper and threw it at the ground, then focusing my mind on it to cause it to levitate. 

Almost immediately after doing so, I sort of 'felt' a commotion, overhead, and looked up. There was a firery wreckage of a passenger plane falling out of the sky and streaking toward the city street. With nothing else to do with my lucidity, at the moment, I flew up into the air in an attempt to go 'save' the passengers. I couldn't get high enough, though, and it kept feeling like my body was being weighed down by the gravity I was already defying. So, from where I was, I outstretched my hand and, again, focused my mind, catching the plane from afar with telekinesis, almost effortlessly, and setting it to the ground.

Later, I had lost lucidity and was going to a football game with my group of friends. While there, I had a pen and paper and was thinking about skeching the whole stadium (though I don't think I ever got around to it). At some point, we took a trip over to the concessions area, and it was then that we actually ran into Falcone. He seemed to already know who we were, and he was putting on his tough-guy, trying to pressure us or scare us into something or another. During this confrontation, I again remembered that I was dreaming, and that I was in control. In the middle of his tirade, I held both hands up and, again, called upon telekinesis, swinging my arms in one direction and slinging him across the hall, pinning his back to a wall with my mind.

Grunting against his invisible restraints, Falcone started spewing off about how he had men going for my family; and about how I wouldn't get away with this; and 'blah-blah', but I just laughed at him. Instinctively, I turned to the crowd and pointed, saying "No you don't. Your two men are right there," basically attempting to will them into being. Sure enough, his two henchmen were standing right in the crowd, merely grinning comically and waving back at us. With some level of control exerted over the henchmen, I commanded them to kill Falcone while I went back to my friends, though I didn't stick around to see whether they carried out the order. Still lucid, the last thing I remember is making out with one of the random girls in our group. No other details, though.

"Shadow of the Bat" - 01/09/2007

"Shadow of the Bat"

01/09/2007

Dream #2

(There was an interesting bit of role-reversal on this one, as I’m hardly ever - if ever - rolling with the villains. Anyway...this one was brief, but awesome.)

I was in the backseat of an apparent getaway car, and we were hauling ass down a random city street, at night, after we’d just pulled off a heist. Fully aware that we were being pursued, I turned and looked out the back window, expecting a car chase with the police. Instead, I saw something else following us. It was impossible to tell what it was, however, because it was jet black and I could only see a few brief glimpses of it at a time, in the limited, strobing glow of the passing streetlights. Whatever it was, though, it was big, it was flying, and it was catching up to us.

The terrifying black mass swooped in closer, and only then could I tell that it was the trademark symbol of Batman: a widespread silhouette of his cape, stretched out with a rigidity that could have only suggested the memory-cloth cape from Batman Begins. He was gliding in fast enough to where he actually began to overtake and fly over the top of us. I leaned my head further back in the window to try to see straight up into the sky, overhead. Between the pulse of the streetlights, I saw the shape collapse in mid-air. The dark blob of a figure dropped out of the sky and smashed down onto the rear windshield, Batman’s boots stomping the glass right above my head and causing cracks to spider-web across the surface. He wasn’t able to break it, though, and he bounced back into the air, flaring out the cape, again, into the bat-shaped glider. 

Just as before, the intimidating Bat silhouette was chasing us. I don’t think he ever ended up catching us, though.

(I thought it was pretty tight that I never actually saw Batman - that I can remember -  I only saw his cape take and lose shape, and a small glimpse of his boots when he dropped down to land on the car. It may have only been a fragment, but this was one of my favorite Batman dreams, to date.)